The Death of Saint-Just
by Susanna

For the first time, I am able to look down on you
And see your face looking back at me,
Disguised with pain and bandages
And half-dead already.
Would that I could make death whole
So you wouldn't feel the blade.
I wish I could take it twice.
I wish I could have saved you.
Your eyes, for one moment, meet mine,
And with an almost painful constriction
I realize you understand.
It gives me hope as they turn me away from you.
Why couldn't they spare you first?
(Although could I have stood to see you die?)
I guess I could have saved myself,
But I'd rather die if you must too.
And what have we done that's so bad?
They say we were wrong, but we believed,
So isn't that the same as being right?
But whether we go to Heaven or Hell
(And perhaps Heaven would be worse)
I'll wait for you.
Forever if I have to.